When I first left Charleston and returned to Michigan, I thought a lot about getting a tatoo. I don;t have any tatoos. It’s something I have thought about off and on for years but there have been a few mitigating factors holding me back: could I stomach the pain of a giant needle cutting beneath my skin? Was there any piece of art or words I was willing to attach to my skin, possibly forever? Is there any tatoo…er I could trust either artistically or hygenically?
For these reasons, I have never “gotten ink” but I have considered it. I thought about getting a picture of The Boy after I came home. I’ve had a few other ideas over the years but nothing really made me want to make such a long-term cosmetic commitment. A few days ago, the STBX posted the picture below the her Facebook page and made me decide, once and for all that I would never put ink to my skin:
The part that has been sprayed over in crappy MS Paint actually spells out The Boy’s name. I covered that for obvious reasons. Now, I’ve heard the expression “Quiet as it’s kept” before but never really understood what it meant. Thanks to Sis, and Urban Dictionary.com I can now glean this meaning from it:
- If I Chose Tattoes (mycookinglife.com)
I have good days and I have bad days. On those days in-the-middle, i have good times and i have bad times.
Earlier tonight was one of those bad times. As time drags on, i’m having a harder time dealing with not seeing my son. I occurred to me earlier tonight that this – living w/ my parents, scraping to get by, going back to school – this is my life now. It’s not a vacation; it is the new normal. And it sucks.
Today is September 11 and by and large, I’ve done a pretty good of avoiding all of the 9/11 TV specials. This is especially interesting since I’ve been home all day. I may be that 9/11 is finally becoming just another day in history for most of us. In my opinion, that’s a good thing. it suggests a return to normalcy for the country at large.
I finally went through the separation document the STBX had written up and put my remarks into a Word document for my lawyer to look at. I hope to finally send that to him tomorrow.
Yesterday, I started something I should have done 22 years ago. Inspired by my high school reunion, I decided to finally label photos from my trip to France all those years ago. Whatever it takes, I guess.